This is Fiona - she worked for the owner's of the cottage. She was a house-keeper and held the keys for them.
She has a small guest house just down the road and she was very nice to us, we nearly went to her place for breakfast - but Steve is probably a better breakfast chef so we ate at home in the mornings.
We've arrived and unpacked - so Fiona took this photo of us.
When we told her that this was going to be on t'internet then she was impressed. Windermere is not a hotspot for the latest in technology.
What a lovely little cottage. Actually we were impressed with the place - it qualified as "compact and bijou" but considering we hadn't booked it was really nice.
Note the green sofas at the back - luckily their covers were removeable and the place came with a washing machine.
The view the other way, showing kitchen, dining area and 2 drunken bums. Yes - the Stella did last the jourey, but only just.
The stairs here lead to the master bedroom, complete with four-poster bed - no prizes for guessing who commandeered this within seconds. If you look above you will see all our luggage just dumped for the moment - except that of Kilroy as this was unpacked and in the wardrobes of the master bedroom before the rest of us had a chance to do anything. He can move fast when he puts his mind to it.
